A soldier behind enemy lines

I went with my men, to fight for my motherland, 

I realized some moments later, that I was left all alone, 

To fight a lone battle behind enemy lines, 

Alone vs many, was a one-way contest. 

I have the option to run back, 

Back from the battle, back to my country, 

But only to be called a coward, only to live with that label forever. 

So what, I thought, at least I will be there to take care of my family, 

My parents, my wife, and children, 

But, can they live with my tag of a coward, I thought. 

Forget it, at least I will live with them,

At least I can take care of them, 

Without me, there’s nobody to look after. 

In my dilemma, I kept thinking, 

Not having much time to decide, 

Standing there with arms in my hand, 

Contemplating my last move, 

Last move which will decide me, my fate, my name, my intent, and my destiny. 

Then finally, I decide, 

I will fight, till the end, 

Coz I can't go back, 

can't go back on my conscious, 

My family will take care of themselves, somehow, 

My life may be worthless right now, 

But I can't go back, 

Will give it up for my self-respect, 

And I embrace, martyrdom, so to say!